The years when I was an old man

At this moment, half of my body felt numb.

And this person glanced at the knife in his hand, and said a little strangely:

"Boy, not bad. The guy who eats in the Rong family, you can do it?"

Said, looked up at me.

"To gamble, or not to gamble?"

"What if I don't gamble?"

I gritted my teeth and said stubbornly.

"Hehe! Do you think that I really dare not break your hands? Let me tell you, don't talk about you. If Wu Yaogou makes me anxious, I will deal with him as usual!"

As he spoke, his finger pressed slightly on my shoulder blade.

He obviously didn't use any force, but this feeling of soreness.

But it made me feel like I'd rather die.

Seeing my painful look, the man sneered and said:

"This is just one of the eight styles of brocade hanging. I can't bear it? Thanks to you, you dare to call yourself a man of thousands of families, and I want to bet with you. You push three times and block four things. I really lost you." The face of the ancestor!"

I gritted my teeth, glared at the man, and said:

"Okay, I'll bet you. But you have to add one more!"

"what?"

"If you lose, you will call me Lord from now on, Lord Chu Liu!"

The man was taken aback for a moment.

Then, he laughed.

The laughter kept echoing in the lonely night sky.

"It's been many years, and I haven't seen the real master of Qianmen! Okay, I agree!"

The man said and let go of his hand.

After returning the knife to me, he said directly:

"follow me!"

The two of us took a taxi, went out of the city, and came to an old city.

There are not many buildings here, most of them are small courtyards with brick and tile structures.

Follow the man into a room in a small courtyard.

The moment I opened the door and turned on the lights, I was attracted by the layout of the square hall.

On the surrounding walls, there are various guys commonly used to hang sub-doors.

Such as knives, guns, swords, axes, hooks and forks.

And on the Eight Immortals table next to it, there was a pile of playing cards on it.

On the wall behind the Eight Immortals Table, there is a huge old photo.

The color of the photo has been yellowed.

Look, it will be at least ten years.

In the photo, it is a man in his 50s.

The man was wearing a Tang suit, with long eyebrows and beard.

Although he was smiling, it couldn't hide the sharpness in his eyes.

What makes me most curious is.There are several darts pierced in the heart of this full-body photo.

The scene of the dart piercing through the heart seems to indicate the hatred for the person in the photo.

Seeing me looking at this photo, the man hurried over.

As soon as he reached out, he tore the photo off.

Then, moving his chair, he said to me:

"Sit down, the outcome will be determined in one game, start now!"

As he spoke, the man took out a new deck of cards from the side drawer.

"How to bet?"

I asked.

The man slowly opened the poker and said at the same time:

"Draw cards! Each person draws five cards, and compare the size according to the stud rules..."

"Drawing cards? How to draw?"

I looked at him strangely, not understanding what he meant.

"What's wrong with this? You can't shuffle the cards, and you don't have the opportunity to cut the cards. You can feel the poker points completely by hand. Then, draw five cards at random!"

Crazy?

Touch poker with your hands?

I can handle Mahjong, Pai Gow, and dice.

But I definitely can't figure out the poker points.

And I didn't have a chance to touch the cards.

I just want to come up with a thousand, but there is no way.

"Then who will shuffle the cards?"

I asked.

"Me!" 7K 妏敩

"This is not fair!"

"Fair? Oh, I'm Guazimen, you are Qianmen. It's not fair for me to bet with you. Or, let's play a round according to the rules of Guazimen? I'll let you both hands, dare you?" "

"Don't dare!"

I answered very simply.

"Then stop talking nonsense!"

With that said, the man began to shuffle the cards.

And I stared intently at his hand.

I can be sure that he didn't use any tricks when shuffling the cards.

Moreover, he washed it flat, inserted it horizontally, and stacked it.

This way of shuffling cards is somewhat similar to the professional dealers in Haojiang.

In other words, he himself can't see the points he washes at all.

This is even more strange to me.

So what did he rely on to draw his cards?

The card was welded down?

But I looked at it for a while, but I didn't find any place to hang it.

Glasses?

Yes, his glasses.

If not, the problem lies in his glasses.

Thinking of this, I said directly:

"Okay, I agree with your gamble. But you have to take off your glasses?"

The man was taken aback for a moment.

But right away, he understood what I meant.

He sneered and muttered:

"Be smart!"

Then, he took off his glasses.

The moment I saw his real face.

My heart couldn't help but thumped.

He has only one eye.

At the other eye socket, the skin was wrinkled and stitched together.

The line becomes a giant scab.

Looking at it, there is an indescribable horror.

This situation is definitely not born, it can only be formed the day after tomorrow.

The poker had been washed, and he placed it on the table casually.

"Come on, I proposed the gambling method. You can touch it first. Let's start..."

The so-called drawing cards can be drawn one by one.

52 cards, you can touch it once.

But as for how to figure out the points, I can't think of any way at all.

But, I still stretched out my hand.

Picking up a card, the palm of the hand is testing back and forth under the card.

Both sides of the poker are flat and smooth.

I didn't feel any difference from normal cards.

How is it possible to figure out points?

After touching several sheets in a row.

Suddenly, when my finger was swipe across the corner.

It felt like there was a slight ups and downs below.

My heart couldn't help but tighten.

Oh shit!

I was fooled!

Now I finally know how the opponent came to draw the cards.

This poker looks like ordinary poker.

In fact, it is a dedicated magic poker.

The problem with poker is not on the back.

It's on the poker side.

In the process of making this kind of poker.

There is a process called cloth embossing.

If you don't understand, you can simply understand it as the embossed pattern of poker.

In other words, there are subtle differences in unevenness at the cloth pattern.

When a magician performs drawing, he knows where this difference lies.

So, even if he is blindfolded.

You can also easily tell the poker points and suits.

Looking at the person opposite, I immediately said:

"You have a problem with poker, it's magic poker!"

The man smiled.

But his smile was actually a sneer.

"Yes, you are right. There is indeed a problem with my poker. But, I never said that it is ordinary poker. You are an old man, if you don't even have this common sense. Then you don't deserve to be called an old man." Thousands!"

"But according to Lan Dao's rules, I called off your way of making a move. You are the one who loses!"

The man shook his head slowly.

The scab also moved slightly back and forth.

"There is no blue road here, no thousand gates. There are, just you and me. Therefore, your rules don't count here. If you continue to struggle with this, then you will lose this game!"

look at this man.

For a while, I was speechless.